Chapter 3
This guy didn’t hang around and immediately dropped to his knees and engulfed the head of my cock in his mouth and proceeded to give a blow job which had my knees shaking and balls aching within a minute or two, as he took the full length of my cock down his throat, burying his face hard into my damp pubic hair. This was happening far too fast for me I needed to gather my thoughts and asked him to slow down as I was going to cum too quickly otherwise.
Standing up, he kept his grip around my shaft, now slowing wanking my foreskin back and forth, as he leaned in to me urging me to grab his erection and return the favour. “Only if you want to” he mumbled, sounding desperate for some relief. I reached down and taking a firm grip of his erection, I proceeded to wank him up and down unable to get his cock away from its stubborn vertical state. The guy was gasping now as he squirmed and bucked his cock in my fist, “harder…. harder” he pleaded desperately , as his hips began to thrust, fucking my hand, it was then I felt a warmth creep around my clenched fist as he ejaculated.
His spunk dripping from my hand, the guy once again fell to his knees and went to work with his mouth on my cock and balls. It didn’t take long for my impending orgasm to begin surging up from my balls and with one final vacuum like suck, I shot my first load down his throat, the remaining shots he guided, holding my cock like a firehose, onto his tongue, face and hair. “That was cool man” he gasped, getting to his feet wiping my spunk into his face and hair like some sort of health enhancing liquid.
Bending down to pull my pants and trousers back up, I came face to face with the guys large drooping cock still oozing spunk, I couldn’t resist a quick taste and opening my mouth as wide as I could, tried wrapping my mouth around the thing, immediately gagging and coughing I decided it wasn’t such a good idea after all. “ Perhaps another time” the guy suggested, pulling his Parka together to cover his nakedness.
Fastening the waistband of my trousers I noticed the time on my watch, “Fuck he’ll be here any minute” I said panicking and quickly, making sure I was decent, thanked the guy and pushed open the door, “No problem dude another time maybe, I’ll be here” was his parting comment as I stepped outside, thankfully it was no longer raining, deciding to walk back toward the car away from the scene of my risqué but very pleasurable experience.
I’d only walked a couple of hundred yards when my brother pulled up behind me, opened the door for me, took one look at the state I was in, told me to get in and put on the jacket he’d thoughtfully brought along for me. “You fucking knobhead, didn’t you have a jacket in the car?.. No I suppose not, as you hadn’t got a new battery or that can of WD40 I told you to get either.” he groaned, scowling. After trying to start the car again hoping the battery might have recovered just enough to turn over the starter, my brother gave up, “Fuck this for a game of soldiers, leave it here for the night, I’ll run you down to the garage in the morning for a battery and a can of WD40 and we’ll come back and get the sodding thing going then.” he grumbled, dropping the bonnet.
As we headed back towards the village, my brother looked over at the phone box, “ Was that the phone box you used to ring me from” he asked, “Yes” I replied hoping to God he hadn’t got here earlier and witnessed anything. “No one in there or hanging about?” he asked, looking across to me dubiously, followed by a furtive glance down at the abnormally large bulge in my damp Sta Press trousers, being caused by my pumped up swollen but drooping cock, the result of the guy’s expertly administered blow job. “ No, no one at all” I croaked, dreading that he was surmising what I might have been up to, “Why?” I asked nonchalantly not wanting to arouse any suspicion. “ It’s just that when they shut down the public toilets next to the library, that phone box has become a bit of a cruising pick up venue for the gay lads and horny straight blokes wanting a quick hand job, blow job, kinky toe sucking or even a fuck in the bushes behind the box”. “Really” I replied, trying hard to sound surprised.
As we drove on I began to wonder…. just how was it…. my supposedly straight as a die brother, was so well informed about some remote local cruising pick up spot and even more, a fairly comprehensive knowledge of what activities went on there. He may well have begun to realise what I might have been thinking, “ Well that’s according to Martin down the pub anyway” he added anxiously, as if to justify his well-informed knowledge of a remote underused telephone box and the public toilets next to a library, my unread brother, other than porn mags, would never had set foot in.
Hope you enjoyed this short story.
R 😊
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